Scattered Pieces of Me

Scattered pieces of me

Can't put your face back together

For seven years we raced

Hand in hand in the sand and storm

Giving our all for the better

But we got worse

We edged the other off:

Pushing, 

Shoving, 

Scratching...

You lied to my face

I called you a disgrace

And every day we became less of ourselves

Filling our emptiness with white noise

We were no longer we

I wanted no more of you

And you had none of me

Powerless was our love

And death only sat there waiting

Scattered pieces of me

Can only put my half back together

And I pray to God

That I may fill the other

With new pieces of me

In time

Burn & Bake

I stare into the night

The night of flying kites

No water by my side

No food to make my way

The sun will burn tomorrow

The land will bake 

And I won't see a thing

But for now I have the night

A kite just fell

I think I might sleep

Or I'll just wait 

Till someone hears the cry 

Of my heartbeat

Was reading about Drumpf and Syrian refugees.

Talk Your Ugly To Me

I kiss your lips
I kiss your lips a thousand times
Your eyes, your dark eyes,
They mesmerise
Every day I pray,
I pray for your soul
Let it not just hurt but grow
Your heart may cry,
Mourn and despair, fear and worry
Don't keep it all in
Don't let it implode
Talk to me, talk your ugly to me
Talk the scary, the bad, and the weak
Talk the happy, the gratuitous,
Tell me your day
Tell me your hopes, those dreams
I'll kiss them all
I'll kiss them all a thousand times

The first two lines came to me first while I was checking out some guys' Instagram account :x

Life Is A Lot Like Baking

"I think life is a lot like baking. No matter how much I fail at it, I enjoy the anticipation of something good coming out of the oven. Even if it sucks, I'll still eat it. So, I guess I kind of suck at life, but I'm still living it and anticipating the next batch of failure. Oh, the joy of anticipating what failures lie ahead."

The Sun Will Shine

There are many people you could have known
Their eyes reflect things of old
And every time you say their name
It never sounds the same

There are many trains you could go on
Their tracks trace back to your home
And lovely trees will say hello
It never sounds too old

The sun will shine for the light in your eyes
The moon will glow for the dreams you hold
The river will sing to the leaves in the wind
The earth will move to the beat of your heart

There are many people you could have known
Their eyes show you on your way home
And every time they say your name
You are never the same

After watching two sci-fi movies, I Origins and The Giver, in one go, and before that, rewatched the grandfather scenes in The Hour Of The Lynx, I got philosophical and this song came to me.

The Laughing Man

Do you hear the laughing man?

The laughing man?

The laughing man?

Do you hear the laughing man

That lives inside my head?

Yes, I hear the laughing man.

The laughing man?

The laughing man.

Yes, I hear the laughing man

That lives inside your head.

Now, we fear the laughing man.

The laughing man?

The laughing man.

Now, we fear the laughing man

That lives inside my head.

She Begged

She begged the warmth of the sun

To engulf her aimless spirit.

She yearned the sharpness of the sword

To carve her the right path.

She believed in comfortable shoes

To make her feet walk.

She wanted her hands untied

To spread her arms wide.

She waited for the wind to rise

To bring her joy and peace.

She laughed in its presence

To join in the fun.